So, I whittled down the few hundred photos I took in San Francisco to 66. That’s still a big number, so I’m just going to slowly put them up on my blog. I already loaded them all on Facebook, but it’s a lot faster to do it that way. heh.

I learned a lot of things in San Francisco. First, the city itself is a seven-square-miles-by-seven-square-miles box. Really not that big. Nothing was really that far from anything else in the city.

I learned how to navigate public transportation. Although I was a bit worried at first, we figured it out and were practically pros by the end of our trip.

I also learned you can live with a lot less furniture than you think you need to. At least, you can if you live in San Francisco. My friend Jonson’s cute little apartment in Union Square is a 400-square-foot studio.

I tried a lot of different foods. While we were there, we had seafood, authentic Chinese, Mexican, Indian, Burmese, deli, Italian, Caribbean, Vietnamese and Japanese shabu. It was my first time having Burmese and Vietnamese.

It’s true when Mark Twain said the coldest winter he ever spent was a summer in San Francisco. It was in the 50s and 60s the entire time we were there. Much different than the triple-digit temperatures we left here.

My iPhone was invaluable on this trip. With it, we plotted out bus routes and got directions from the middle of San Francisco’s crowded streets. Yelp.com’s iPhone app was extremely helpful in finding food. A lot of people use Yelp in San Francisco, which hasn’t really taken off here. I think it was responsible for us only eating good food while we were there (aside from recommendations from our friends). We didn’t eat at very many touristy places, and I think Yelp is why.

The culture of San Francisco was awesome. Everyone we encountered was so nice, and there was this very caring attitude about the entire place. And it’s awesome how much they obviously care about the environment.

The official entrance to Fisherman's Wharf. We stayed just about two blocks away from the main part of Fisherman's Wharf, which is a very touristy part of San Francisco.

Robert enjoys a bread bowl of clam chowder at Boudin Bakery. He had been looking forward to having clam chowder ever since we booked the trip.

We took a bay cruise that went beneath the Golden Gate Bridge, around Alcatraz and then overlooked the Bay Bridge. It was extremely windy and extremely cold. And my hair was a mess when we docked.

The Golden Gate Bridge from the bay cruise.

The Golden Gate Bridge from below.

Alcatraz, where they used to keep the really bad criminals. We learned a lot about it on the cruise. They say no one ever escaped, though there were many attempts. A lot of times if someone tried to escape, they just shot them.

The city of San Francisco from the bay cruise.

A view of the Bay Bridge and some boats from Pier 39 at Fisherman's Wharf, which is the big shopping district there.

A little farther down the wharf.

This statue is at the entrance of Pier 39.

I have a photo of this thing from the first time I went to San Francisco in high school. I actually rode it then, I think.

We managed to avoid getting anything at this chocolate shop. Mostly because we'd already bought fudge at another shop.

Now, day two. There’s not as much from this day since we were mainly doing a lot of window shopping. At first, we were going to go to the California Academy of Sciences in Golden Gate Park, but we found out that day, the museum was letting people in free, which meant it was crowded.

So we hopped back on the bus and went to China Town and walked back down to Union Square.

That evening, we got Mexican food near the AT&T stadium and went to “Wicked,” which was absolutely wonderful.

Me in front of the San Francisco Opera House. Nothing was playing that week, or I would have asked Robert to go. One of our bus stops was right in front of it.

A typical street of San Francisco.

Lanterns adorn the street of China Town. We were almost lured into a bad restaurant with only white people in it, but we left and found a more authentic one that was much better.

Art at Union Square. There's no random art in Las Vegas aside from UNLV, another sign of San Francisco's superior culture.